A Long Week at Work

I woke up the next morning more refreshed than I have in a long time almost gliding through the house in my dressing gown down to the kitchen. I felt it only right to make my husband breakfast after what he had done for me and got to work getting out some flour, milk, cream and sugar to make pancakes. Just as the were midway through cooking I heard him come downstairs himself, already dressed for work with a small look of surprise on his face. I didn’t often make breakfast for him but he too knew that today was special.

He sat down at the dining table in silence reading the news on his phone as I finished up cooking, brought over a stack along with some syrup and a coffee. As I lay them down for him my gown “slipped open” flashing him my boob just for a few seconds. He didn’t seem phased by it as he dug into breakfast. I sat across from him and ate my own still relishing in last night’s activities. When he finished he simply stood up, leant over to me for a kiss and left. I felt a little dejected but quickly cleaned up and got myself ready for the work day wondering why he had just spent the morning pretending nothing amazing had happened last night.

The day at work dragged on very slowly until exactly 1:37 in the afternoon when I got a message from my husband.

“Find somewhere that is not a bathroom and masturbate for 5 minutes without cumming, I currently have Lucy here taking dictation in just her bra and panties. Message me when you’ve found somewhere.”

I immediately got flushed and felt a warm sensation course through my body at the mental image, then my mind raced as to where I could go in the office before settling on the supply closet. It was the afternoon, it was a slow day and I think I could get away with five minutes in there alone. I close the door behind me, find a rolling stool to sit on and send a message to my husband that I’m here and getting started. I lean back against a set of shelves and slide my hand down into my skirt past the band of my underwear finding the lips my of pussy and get to work. Just as I start to feel my fingers getting damp from my pussy juices I hear a message come through on my phone and my free hand fumbles around for it.

“Hey honey, thought you could use some motivation xoxo” He’s also sent a small video and I can see Lucy dressed just how he described waving at the camera and for a second my mind rushes with all sorts of doom and gloom scenarios. Lucy waves to the camera, blows and kiss and giggles. “p.s. She thinks she did this for me, she doesn’t know I’ve sent it to you.”

A shiver runs down my spine as my occupied hand gets to work faster, a couple of minutes later another message comes through on my phone, this time it’s just an image. This time it’s Lucy with her top off and her perky dark skinned tits on full display, hands on her hips, this young girl thinks that my husband is sexy enough to do this for him? I continue working myself and feeling myself getting closer and closer, I thought I could last five minutes in here but apparently it was harder than I thought. Of course I never had my husband tease me like this.

I had set up a timer on my phone and could see that it was now less than a minute to go for my five minute session when another message came through from my husband. This one just has ext this time, “See you at home. Love Lucy and your Husband.”

It took me a few minutes to settle myself down, straighten out my clothes, leave the supply closet and get back to work. The rest of the day went by surprisingly quickly and I rushed home to have a cold shower and see my husband. When he came home he acted the same as he did this morning, talked about work, the weather and what we were having for dinner. I was finding it frustratingly normal, just your average relationship not one where he had sent me pictures of his all but naked secretary while telling me to edge myself at the office. The rest of the night was spent eating some left overs, watching television and an early night to bed. The morning was much the same, coffee, news on the phone and some boring small talk.

I was deep into answering a client e-mail when I received another message from my husband at exactly 1:37pm again, the same as yesterday.

“Find somewhere that is not a bathroom and masturbate for 10 minutes without cumming, I currently have Lucy here doing a striptease for me. Message me when you’ve found somewhere, find somewhere different today.”

The message notification sound took me by surprise and I immediately got tingles reading the message, a longer session and not in the same place. The mind worked quicker this time and I remembered that Pete was out of the office this week so his office was empty right now. I made my way down the hall to where his office was and quickly slipped in making sure nobody saw me. It felt weird being in Pete’s office, let alone being in here to masturbate but that quickly passed as I sat in his admittedly very comfortable desk chair and sent a message back to my husband.

“Okay then, here’s some motivation.” Accompanying the message was a short video of Lucy, in just her underwear dancing in front of his desk, all smiles for the camera. I started out more slowly today, I needed to be going for twice as long and didn’t want to break the unwritten promise of not cumming. Just as I had gotten into a good rhythm, my phone buzzed again.

“This is the effect Lucy is having on me.” The picture this time was of my husband’s cock, fully hard and in his hand, I could vaguely make out part of Lucy’s leg at the top of the frame. This wasn’t the first time my husband had sent me a dick pic but it wasn’t something that he had done in a long time. Seeing the effect that the hot young piece of ass in his office was having on him only got me more turned on. My hand increased the pace as I let out a moan that was maybe a little too loud until I caught it and hoped that it didn’t carry outside of Pete’s office. Once my pussy was beginning to get the familiar tingling feeling I slowed down again and I checked the timer I had set, six minutes to go and another message came through.

“She wanted to see what I was doing.” This was another dick pic but this time I could also see Lucy fully in frame sitting on his desk and smiling, hand over her mouth definitely looking at my husband’s hard cock. My eyes got wide and my whole body flushed at once but managed to suppress it going any further, again slowing down even more. The next several minutes were spent both speeding up and slowing down as I felt the desire within cresting and with only a minute to go the phone buzzed once more.

“Love you, don’t forget to not cum honey.” This was just another text message but the playful command got me turned on even more. This is the sort of playfulness I had expected when I told my husband about my fantasy and I was just happy that he was so willing to oblige. I still had a minute to go so I was still at it but it was almost a snail’s pace, just maintaining the edge of cumming without actually going all the way. Before I knew it, the timer had gone off snapping me out of it and retrieving my hand from my skirt. Today I had some sweat on my brow and my breathing was even heavier but I was totally in the zone the rest of the day, laser focused on work to distract myself from how close I had come to...well cumming.

Again, the evening at home was about as chaste as a 50s sitcom, another early night, early morning and back off to work. I was anticipating my husband’s message today and this time I would be ready for him with the small vibrator I had packed in my handbag.

All through the morning I kept glancing over to my handbag where the vibrator sat, waiting for my husband’s message, waiting to get that instruction again, waiting to see Lucy hot for him. Eating lunch almost made me sick from the pumping adrenaline but I managed to get it down along with enough water to remove the dry feel in my mouth. 1:37 could not come soon enough and at 1:36 my I grabbed up my handbag knowing exactly where I was going today. At precisely 1:37 my phone chimed and the message had come through from my husband.

“Hi honey, I love you and so does he. Today you will masturbate for a full 15 minutes” The entire screen was filled with a video of my husband stroking his cock until the screen rose a little and I could see Lucy sitting on his desk completely naked and playing with herself. They were masturbating together and I desperately wanted to join them or at least watch from the corner. I immediately stood up and made a beeline for Sally’s office, she was out for the afternoon, or at least most of it anyway so I should have enough time to get in, get off and get straightened up before she got back. Her office was even nicer than Pete’s but was closer to the bullpen where most everyone was working at this time of the afternoon.

I sent the message off to my husband, set my timer and raised my skirt, pulled my panties down with my nethers exposed to the cool air-conditioned office. I had brought a towel with me today as I didn’t want to leave a trail of pussy juice all over Sally’s chair, I was horny, not a douche. I started up my vibe and lightly pressed it to my clit, this lower setting was enough to get started but still plenty of stimulation. After a few minutes my clit became much more sensitive and I tried to move my toy around to maintain the sensation without going too far. By now I was also moaning but was making sure to keep my voice down anyway.

The moment I turned up the power of the vibrator my phone buzzed, “I needed a hand”, it was another dick pick that now my husbands hand had been replaced by Lucy’s slender, dark skinned one. It was all I could do to stop myself from screaming out in orgasm right then and there, merely hunching over breathing heavily with my vibrator still pressed against my pussy. At this higher setting I got into a small rhythm moving the vibrator between my thighs, each of my now swollen pussy lips and back to the clit every now and then for a spike of adrenaline.

Over the next ten minutes I managed to work the power setting up to its maximum without cumming, admittedly I was avoiding moving it over my clit more and more. The gradual increase in pleasure without release was equal parts frustrating and hot at the same time. Just knowing that my husband’s secretary was jerking him off made it all the better, imagining her small, delicate hands gripping the cock that only I had done so for decades was intoxicating and contributing in no small part to the towel absorbed juices from my pussy. I was so lost in my masturbation session that I hadn’t looked at the timer for a while and the buzz from my phone with the timer sitting at thirty seconds remaining.

“I’ve finished but you had better not.” This was another dick pic with Lucy’s hand wrapped around his cock but this time it was covered in what looked like cum. Lucy had jerked him all the way off and I had to turn the speed right down on the vibrator to cool off before going all the way myself. As soon as the timer went off I dropped the vibrator and just leaned back, I felt like I had run a marathon but the sexiest marathon you could ever conceive. I spent a few minutes tidying up and making sure I hadn’t left behind any surprises for Sally then left to finish work for the day and head home.

I thought for sure, my husband would say something today, he’d just had his secretary give him a hand-job at the office but no. It was simply more of the same, a simple dinner, some television and an early night in bed. He seemed quite content but I was now just constantly wanting to rip his clothes off.

The next day at work was extremely busy and I was swamped from the moment I got to the office to the first time I bothered to check the clock at just after one in the afternoon. I was hungry, quickly devouring my lunch just to get back to my desk to watch the time intently 1:30 rolled around and I finished up the small task I was working on in anticipation for the message from my husband. That task was finished and the clock rolled past 1:33, a fire engine could be heard outside as the clock rolled past 1:36 and I was wound like a spring. 1:37 came and went as the clock now read 1:38 and my mind raced by 1:41 my breathing and bombardment of thoughts had returned to normal and I got back to whittling away my tasks by the time the clock read 1:45. All afternoon, I was preoccupied with why he hadn’t messaged me, I was like an addict waiting for my fix. By three o’clock I had pushed it far enough from my mind that I simply got on with work, like it was any other day that my husband didn’t command me to edge myself.

I stayed behind a little to finish off what I was working on and got away from the office at a quarter past six. The drive home was quick and before I knew it I was rolling into the driveway where I saw my husband’s car and another that I wasn’t familiar with. My footsteps felt heavy as I walked to the front door and opened it, through the entryway I could see my husband standing at the kitchen island chatting with none other than his date from last week, Tiffany.